WINDMILL
Wanderlust Our love affair with Liverpool and its music scene allows us to be sent albums of this nature. The greatness of ‘Birdman’ is apparent. Not only is there a stoic sensibility located in the tempo but a parlance is suitably caressed by intent. With the savoury tilt of the lingering intimacy the song is intricately tracked. A Tarantino-esque purity prevails as the orchestration to ‘Blind’ is brought to bear. It brings a broad cinematic censure from the lightness of touch that tellingly appreciates further from what the other elements commendably add when it comes together. ‘Where Are We Now’ caresses a sullen Americana shift in direction but carries it off. The enamoured ebb and flow rises formidably. With the advancing brevity there is a lingering foray that brings it to life by seizing upon the bespoke reverence with notoriety. ‘How Many Times’ progresses strongly from the attentive structure of the opening. It builds to a steady affair but the harmony accordingly suits the approach. It is extremely impressive in the handling when all the dynamics combine. After that comes ‘Jenny’s Gone’. What goes a long way is the mindful way the sullen drop in tone meanders through the tempo. It brings richness but also cleverly suits the
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ambient flourish called out in the lyrics. What also adds distinction is the favourable manner to how it peters out. Bearing fruit is the abject acoustic sentiment of ‘Rest’. The remedial touch may be heartfelt but it is a well-reasoned touch that gives the delivery a fonder sense of appreciation. As such the impressive sense of the bucolic which passes addresses this excellent sense of wonderment head on. ‘Sunflower’ is an offering that sees the cradling of the vocals get underneath the delivery. In the token way this is done there is a noted suitability to how it endears. You note the endearing nature but, more importantly, you feel it. There is a modest kick to ‘Clouds’ which gives the pace an upright showing. It feels rather ample but the closeness of the running favourably falls upon it by design. It also brings a subtle ABBA comparison if you pay attention to the details in the arrangement as they marry to the vocals. You can view ‘Wake Up, You’re Dreaming’ as an extension of the former but also as something in its own right. The richer context of the arrangement holds the scope in focus and there is modest ethereal worth stoked in the process. ‘Follow You Home’ is another tune that benefits from the looming amniotic allure of the rhythm. It is a glorious aspect and one which furnishes it with a requisite essence. This is approached thoroughly and the exertion accommodated mirrors a fortitude in its execution that is astounding to hear. - 35 -